Toast.

Is what I feel like. Kept out too long, dry and crumbly... and it's not even 4 o'clock. The only thing that's worse than feeling jet lagged without having gone anywhere, is a hangover before you get into bed... The desire to moan piteously while grabbing my head is intense, but in the interest of health and safety in the workplace (theirs, not mine), I curb my baser instincts and settle for death through tedium as I hurl myself into the world of Intra Company Agreements, more disagreeably known as ICA's... death to the drone!